If I was the rain, could I still bring you happiness?
If I was the sun, could I bring a tear to your eye?
If I was the thunder, could I make you roar with me?
If I was the lightning, could I still help you stand tall?
If I was the sun, could I bring a tear to your eye?
If I was the thunder, could I make you roar with me?
If I was the lightning, could I still help you stand tall?
So many what if's.
I am not the rain, so I cannot bring you happiness.
I am not the sun, so I could not bring you sadness.
I am not the thunder, so I cannot make you heard.
I am not the lightning, so I cannot support you.
All I am...
is me.
Plain, little old me.
I have fears. I have flaws.
I have hates and fears. I have love and happiness in my heart.
I can make you scowl, and make you smile.
I can make you laugh, and make you cry.
I wander...do you think the same thing when you see me?
I want you to be happy, forever.
My little strawberry.
